Words Fall

Truth, love beauty, whispered away like wind,
Broken and bent by time, faded from memory,
These Bohemian ideals, flushed away yearly.

Fuck culture we scream, who cares about art?
My modern fix of life, a tapestry woven
By empty desires, I’ll take what I want:
Money , a partner who plays another part.

But there are those who scream for love,
words so loud they fall like shrapnel
on deaf ears, raindrops on roses.

Our voices fall like bloody shrapnel.<i>